I loved. And I lost.

This poem is as real as art can get.

African. Young. HIV+

And at Sunset, when the bells are clanging, and the clocks are chiming, I look up to the hills and I can only but say: I loved, and I lost, my faith.

I loved with my heart. Hard and wild. I took it all for granted:
My life, my friendships, my health and my faith.

I loved and I lost.
I loved at first sight. Genuinely and passionately. I never saw it coming:
Depression, broken strings, failing health and a broken faith.

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